Fault Line

Fault Line 

Filling up a frozen water bucket. 

Would it fall over and tip. 

Or crack and rip. 

Stick a stick between the crack and break it further just because. 

Stupid goals. Irrational. 

But I want to. 

Thats my goal. 

Stare at life and hate it all. 

And tear at it, like end it all. 

Defend it all from sentinels. 

Saying I should live when life is tough. 

Fall through hell. 

And land so hard. 

Harder than hard is happy. 

Happy is hard. 

Pretty absurd. 

Sadness is easy peasy. 

Weasy feelings are feely but feel me and my healing process. 

Stealing roses. 

And shredding them up bcs what the hell. 

Eat a can of soup. 

Life's gone to poop. 

Miss the hoop. 

And loop around. 

Life starts, life ends. 

Hazardous rational thoughts are flammable. Actual life is not rational, lash at all. 

The faulty is cruelty and all of us are faulty. 

The faults in the wall will crumble and tumble down. 

On us. 

Tonight

The death will deny life. 

And strive to hide. 

And reply to hives of death this night.